Love
Love brings us happiness and hope. It embodies sacrifice and a sense of security. When a person falls in love, they seek the most beautiful words and melodies to express their feelings to their beloved. We present to you a collection of the most exquisite phrases to share with your partner.
Beautiful Words for My Beloved
- My beloved, I thought of giving you my eyes, but I feared missing you if I could not see you.
- It is torment, my dear, to write to someone who does not read your letters, to wait for someone who does not come, to love someone who cannot feel your love, and to need someone who does not need you.
- The difference between passion and love is that when the one you love cries, you try to comfort them, but when the one you adore weeps, you weep alongside them.
- I hope, my darling, that my heart will remain transparent, beating only for you until the end of time.
- My beloved, he who possesses a sincere love holds the most beautiful moments of life, and he who is fortunate enough to have a partner like you possesses the entire world.
- You, my beloved, are the joy of my bewildered heart, your laugh shakes the universe; anyone who hears your voice lives life as a dreamer.
Poem: Does the Glance Give a Glimpse from the Beloved?
This poem, entitled “Does the Glance Give a Glimpse from the Beloved,” is authored by the poet Al-Sharif Al-Razi. His full name is Muhammad bin Al-Hussein bin Musa, and he is also known as Abu Al-Hasan Al-Razi. Born and died in Baghdad, Al-Sharif Al-Razi is regarded as one of the most eloquent and prominent poets of the Sayyid lineage. His poetic works are preserved in a two-volume collection that has enriched Arabic literature.
Does the glance give a glimpse from the beloved,
Or does the heart find solace in its cadence?
And is there affection from the nights after their departure,
To return and distract the beholder from the sunset?
By God, there are days of innocence as if forgotten,
Like the delicate strands of the fragrant Arab grass.
I yearn for the light of the meadows in their expanses,
And I crave the gentle breeze of the hills in their sway.
That sanctuary becomes sickly with its breeze,
Yet turns robust with its water in its spring.
I loved my heart’s shade during its heat,
When the night falls or the sun sets in its lane.
And when I visited that delicate one,
He cherished me, indifferent to the watchful eyes.
He defined my smile by the cup’s sweetness,
And drew my horse closer to the pot of milk.
Longing is a sign of youth’s demise,
If it no longer returns the heart to the beloved.
She mocks my pale face, yet truly,
Its beauty is hidden in my sorrow’s dark hue.
For how often has misfortune allowed us to relish its bitterness,
While bliss often brings us grief.
If it were not for the remnants of life left from fate,
I would pardon this time for its past misdeeds.
And while I recognize time and its treachery,
I spend days untroubled by its calamities.
None are perplexed by its enormities in my heart,
Or astonished by its oddities in my spirit.
Youths struggle with reminders of gray hair and perhaps,
They encounter life’s end before their aging.
And life erases from their memories what comes after it,
As its arrival reveals our forgotten state.
Until when shall I bear sleepless nights for everything important,
And gaze upon the stars until their decline?
I inscribe with the edges of my pen every city,
And I hope noble tasks will rid me of sadness.
And if I leave a gallant steed behind,
I am left with aching ties from my burdens.
Yearning for glory I possess a state,
That amplifies my foe’s apprehension within me.
I encountered a noble mystic energy,
With conviction far from turmulous fears.
I lifted my face to her, not out of weakness,
But out of respect for the stabbing pain I escaped.
With perspective like that of drawing the sword,
It rests upon every neck moored in its depths.
I carried forth every opponent in a heated surge,
As one urges to not spill the contents of their cup.
He fulfilled his longing for triumph; who rode like a stallion,
And drank from the flowing river in its course.
How many gatherings have I endured with my valor,
In the heart of a surge from life’s battles?
And when I embraced terror, I did not relent,
Battling it as a lion rises above his steeds.
May fortune align with the pride of valor,
Remaining steadfast and unwavering amidst the turmoil.
Like the bravery that has been shielded through hardship,
I offer my heart to the sun, brightening from the dusk of its reign.
The brave mettle fortified my soul for a better fight,
Is the sword not a guardian of its glances?
Or is the moon not brightening from its edges?
If the heart was questioned, the dew would pour forth…
As the tendrils of the firmament yield to the forest’s veil.
A noble steed, when the foe strikes, its will is unbreakable…
And the dew spills from the fountain behind destiny’s veil.
It walks before the star at its dawn,
And collapses prior to dusk’s approach.
I embraced it in the midst of a storm’s rapture,
Though bare as the fields, unveiling its beauty.
It strode protecting the companions with its thrusts,
And the crow’s cries echoed with the arrows it has borne.
I am the son of the Prophet of Allah and his legatee,
My boast rises higher than the threshold of his stature.
After revealing my magnificent tale,
My wisdom was cast in irony by the heedless crowd.
By Allah, I shall never meet this era with dishonor,
Even if destiny offers me the bitter taste of despair.
Contentment I hold from every king descending,
From the glory of the high heavens to those who venture forth.
And my only sorrow rests on what I have lost,
In the midst of echoes from the treasures of goodness.
If at any time he saw me, he would withdraw his gaze,
And a longing would haunt his anticipation from its grasp.
And whoever does not enjoy the praise,
I would approximate the path of derision—the least reward.
And if my shame were present, I might not blame it,
As long as its bitterness acts against the sanctum of contentment.
Constantly watching with disdain,
Feasting from envy among the space of attributes.
Messages for My Beloved
Message One:
Your love is the sole reason my life holds meaning…
It enables me to continue on my life’s journey…
Your love is the secret, the commencement of real life…
My love for you, my darling, is the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in this fleeting world…
Your love makes me feel light, like a feather drifting in the air…
Your love is my birth certificate in this life…
Message Two:
Love, my dear, allows us to confront hardships and overcome problems…
The embrace is the narrowest space yet the most expansive…
If you wish for my happiness, it is encapsulated in your arms…
You’ll never feel estranged unless you are yearning within…
Reflections for My Beloved
Reflection One:
I will love you to the extent that I may spoil you, rendering you unfit for love thereafter. The experience of happiness does not require palaces or fine garments but rather satisfaction with what God has bestowed upon us and a serene mind. In your eyes lies a sense of estrangement, and I am deeply enamored with you. My heart lies open in my hands—if you open it, you will find your image settled within. Might there truly be a day when a child arises combining our blood? We can indeed quarrel with those we love, yet we cannot bear to see them suffer. If you were to ask me what I adore, I would say it’s your voice that heals a hundred ailments.
Reflection Two:
My beloved and pure angel, I am the happiest creature in this world and the luckiest among them. You are my life, the one who loves me with sincere feelings and gifted me your soul. Before loving you, I was a naive being, with no dreams, passing my days regardless of the circumstances. Now, that past self is gone; I love you fiercely. The love I hold propels me forward with an insatiable desire to achieve the impossible. My beloved, I live in the orbit of your love and reside in the very depths of your heart. I strive with all my strength to bring joy to the one I cherish. For in their happiness lies my own joy, and in their sorrow, I suffer. My beloved, within my heart resides an array of feelings and emotions that stir whenever I see you. I yearn to vanish from this world and fuse into your soul, as my essence craves you. I have become incapable of parting from you, so please, be gentle with me; your hands are my happiness.